The book chronicles Richards' life with the Rolling Stones, and says of Jagger, "It was the beginning of the Eighties when Mick started to become unbearable." Wow, that's only two decades after the Stones became unbearable. Richards also provides a little too much info on Jagger's relationship with Marianne Faithfull, saying she "had no fun with his tiny todger. I know he's got an enormous pair of balls — but it doesn't quite fill the gap." Ugh.

Richards' son is friends with Johnny Depp, but it took Richards two years to recognize who the frequent visitor to his home was:

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It took me two years before I realised who he was. He was just one of my son Marlon's mates, hanging around the house playing guitar.

"I never ask Marlon's mates who they are because, you know, 'I'm a dope dealer'. Then one day I was at dinner and I'm like 'woah, Scissorhands'."

If those little tidbits are any indicator, this book will fight nicely on the shelf alongside the dozens of other CRAZY cokehead rockstar tell-alls.